Be obscure clearly.
Dream Song 133: As he grew famousâ€”ah, but what is fame?
by John Berryman
As he grew famousâ€”ah, but what is fame?â€”
he lost his old obsession with his name,
things seemed to matter less,
including the fameâ€”a television team came
from another country to make a film of him
which did not him distress:
he enjoyed the hard work & he was good at that,
so they all saidâ€”the charming Englishman
among the camera & the lights
mathematically wandered in his pub & livingroom
doing their duty, as too he did it,
but where are the delights
of long-for fame, unless fame makes him feel easy?
I am cold & weary, said Henry, fame makes me feel lazy,
yet i must do my best.
It doesn't matter, truly. It doesn't matter truly.
It seems to be solely a matter of continuing Henry
voicing & obsessed.